A Russian aircraft with medical equipment and defense equipment could fly to the United States before the end of the day to help fight the coronavirus – Peskov.

I do not understand why the Russian aircraft with medical equipment can not fly, for example, to Yekaterinburg, Samara, Kazan?

A classmate told him that his KAMAZ stopped by a haishnik. For a long and boring time, he sought documents, and eventually asked to go with him to draw up a protocol. Haishnik turned and stepped forward, but the long-distance driver's strong hand managed to grab him and pull him back. In millimeters from the body of the haishnik with a reef, a fur passed through. For a moment, the haishnik came out of the shock and looked at my friend with grateful eyes. He breathed out and said, “Thank you, brother! I’ll give you a smaller penalty.”

People with their "search for extraterrestrial civilizations" remind me of my son Andrew, who at the age of six read in a children's encyclopedia about the nuclear power plant and went to look for them "to look into the reactor and see how it bursts there."

Three playgrounds and two neighboring streets. I did not find an AES. He concluded that “there is no nuclear power plant.”

In Russia, the problem is not so terrible as the measures to eliminate it.

I went into my mom’s warehouse... and remembered a story I had heard before from a friend.

They lived in my mom’s house. And her mother, then a long-time grandmother, but rather cheerful, once said that she needed another closet, because her clothes don’t fit in the ones she has.
Her daughter, (who told me this story), put her mother's closets, and put them in a bunch of dresses, costumes, sweaters, cuddles of the 60s and 70s, which my mom will definitely not wear anymore. Crime there all kinds, tricotine, crystal...

The daughter tied it all into a node, with the intention of throwing it out. Her mother looked at her actions with disapproval and said, “Don’t throw it away! Behind this costume, do you know how much I was in the line? This dress was bought by my dad during the holidays. And in this cottage I took you to first class for the first time... And that... And that...”
The daughter put everything in a bag and took it to the bag – the private sector’s benefit.
years have passed. Her mother disappeared one day.
After a while she opened her mother’s closet again, and there below, under the coats and coat, was the same bag that her mother, therefore, brought back from the shell.

There is a note attached to the bag: “Don’t throw it away.”

Experts: Russian financial reserves are on average enough for 63 days.
But if you exclude Sechin, Kostin and Usmanov from the Russian population, then for 3 days.

At the time of isolation, the daughter (6 years old), of course, became more time to spend with the phone and computer. On the one hand, you need to limit, on the other hand - canyut all day, does nothing, only asks for gadgets. Therefore, the system of tokens was introduced (by the way, Daddy’s chips from poker). One token is 15 minutes of play. Token receives for cleaning, for some tangible help. Sleep in a quiet hour - two whole tokens. And the most successful is a token for 3 read sentences from the booklet. A year ago, I couldn’t put the letters together. In two days I learned to read. She is now sitting with a bookmaker, herself trying something there to make the tokens easier to earn. The next step is to connect the arithmetic. And not a canyon, he knows: no token - no gadgets.

After all the sharpness on the topic of the virus and quarantine, a serious question finally arises: this is all - a rehearsal of what?

Once upon a beach.

July 2016. and Adler. There are hundreds of people on the beach and there is nowhere to sleep. Close to the daytime, the noisy beach revived even more. A 35-year-old man ran from a tourist to a tourist with lost sight.

He is living here with his wife and a 3-year-old son. It happened, the boy disappeared. You cannot waste time. You know, a small child and a lot of water nearby. I looked around the side of the huge beach. Running around these two is almost unrealistic.

I am a journalist and sometimes I do events. There were a couple of cafés on the beach. In one of the establishments, pops played loud. I ran there and explained the situation. The waiter gave me a favor: I turned the loudspeaker toward the beach and turned off the music. He announced to the microphone that the boy had disappeared. He signs and asked the resting people to help.

People have responded. Someone began to dive into the sea. The rest went to chew the area of the beach. The excitement increased. I repeated the message a few times.

In five to seven minutes, the same man approached me. My son is alive and uninjured. It turned out that the boy saw sweets in a bar in the outskirts of the beach and went there on his own.

I told the microphone that the boy was found. The beach for a moment freezed and "breathed out", and then hundreds of tourists began to applaud. Do you imagine? It was the best applause in my life.

I have been with this family for the fourth year. The boy’s name is Artem, and now I’m his father.

Second week of quarantine. I talked to a spider. We talked well. He is also a web designer.

This is a great time when a girl can be invited home.
Because the home is safer than the cinema, the cafe, the club, the museum, the exhibition.

My cat begins to be nervous because I have been in his apartment for several days.